TIANA
"Marie Antoinette, you know, the blushing French lady with pastel blonde hair, who rocked the 17th century with her exquisite poise and queenly manner," I answered, gazing down at her coffee eyes that resembled the depth of concern and anger in it which soon replaced with a relief one. I didn't know if the drugs was kicking in but my girl's stare was giving me a lot of double intake of breath. She was so astonishingly gorgeous with her hair tousled and those swollen lips that worth dying for. This was the after effect of what I had just done to her so I noted that in order to see her in this state, I must make love to her all the time. I could highlight her beauty with the skill of my tongue and hands and it was already a great reward.
"So you were fantasizing about this well-ma
